I am Rumil, an elf and Marchwarden of Lothlorien. I am the youngest of three brothers, both of whom are also protectors of the Golden Wood. I speak little Common Tongue, but I am trying to learn more.

((Independent LOTR RP blog for Rumil. I track the tag rumiloflothlorien. Artwork by Nyangsam))

Titta Lótë
Rúmil of Lothlórien

Rumil sighed softly as he began to make another flower crown. He hadn’t meant to cause so much trouble, really he didn’t. The Lady must have seen how he felt, or heard the thoughts in his head. It was the only way he figured that she found out. He would have sat on such information and dealt with Gil-galad himself, but he supposed that that wasn’t how things were meant to go. Now everyone seemed to be upset, including Haldir and it just didn’t sit right with him.